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Last night
Last night when I came home
I was thinking of you, not feeling alone
The scent of Jasmine filled the air
As I pranced up the stairs without a care
I smile when I think of what was the cause
In that moment of time when we stopped to pause
As I bent down you lifted your face
Our lips did meet in a moment of grace
I was thinking of you, not feeling alone
The scent of Jasmine filled the air
As I pranced up the stairs without a care
I smile when I think of what was the cause
In that moment of time when we stopped to pause
As I bent down you lifted your face
Our lips did meet in a moment of grace
Published 4th Sep 2012
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6th Sep 2012 4:17am
9th Sep 2012 1:16am
I write about feelings - she's not mine and I'm not hers but we are close - and the story continues - sometimes about events sometimes about my fantasies and longings
